I Became the Wrong Race

271 – Dragon (8)

What was once a dragon did not maintain its original shape.

It swelled with a free change of shape, as if to test the limits of the dragon.

In the form of filling the forest, devouring the flocking dead, and filling every last strand of the forest’s shadow with its own flesh.

It was not the case that no one was caught up in such explosive expansion. Llewelyn chewed her lips unconsciously as she felt their deaths.

But there was no brief moment to mourn. Llewellyn ran to avoid the ‘explosion of life’.

Finally, the explosion stopped, and in the silence, only the beating of the huge corpse rang out.

Llewelyn was standing in front of him. He clenched his fist and glared at her silently.

Five people were involved. There are two blood knights and three heresy inquisitors.

All three Heretic Questioners had families. He was the head of a family who lived in the pantheon.

These were people who courageously stepped forward to protect their children and families. Llewellyn felt a deep sense of shame at that fact.

I thought maybe it would have been right to place him at the back since he had a family.

But.

“Do not regret.”

The Dragon King who landed next to Llewelyn spoke.

“… “What?”

“They decided for themselves where to fight. Even if you regret it, nothing will change, it will only be a disgrace to their death.”

Llewelyn pursed her lips at those words.

It was true. They chose their own place to fight and die, and although they may regret their own death, they will not regret choosing the place to die.

“If you can afford it, prepare to fight.”

It was just as the Dragon King said. As Llewellyn closed her mouth, she looked at the huge pulsing mass of flesh.

A huge lump of flesh that would fill the entire forest. She didn’t know how it worked or why it happened, but Llewellyn thought it was nothing to worry about.

It is the work of a transcendent person. Although we still don’t know exactly what kind of transcendental person he is.

I could vaguely guess it. Because it felt very familiar.

It was as if a palace bag from far away was chanting the name with a sense of familiarity. Llewelyn squeezed and opened her hands, feeling the cluster of stars regenerating.

“… Steward.”

Only the Dragon King could hear the words he recited, but it wouldn’t have made much of a difference if others heard them.

Since we weren’t the same mourners anyway, we wouldn’t have been able to feel it.

Llewelyn felt something similar to the power of mourning flowing through her.

To be precise, I felt the power that maximized life.

Something that gives a life the power to surpass its own lifespan and limitations.

It gave strength proportional to health ability, which was also the reason mourners lived a short life.

So, Llewellyn thought when she saw the ‘mourner’ sign that she was terminally ill.

The subject of a power that is saddened by the loss of life, why is that power so unfriendly to humans?

The reason was right in front of me.

It was a harmony of power that overflowed from the ego that had been swallowed and obscured by the transcendent. This was because it was not a power that was delicately tuned to humans, but rather a force that came down like an overflowing torrent.

Llewelyn frowned with an uncomfortable expression, and the Dragon King looked at Llewelyn’s side face.

“What should I do?”

She asked softly. Llewelyn opened and closed her mouth repeatedly.

What should I do? The shape is so huge.

What is Jeonggongbeop? If the solution is to erase it entirely, there are certain things to do.

Intuitively, Llewelyn knew that couldn’t be her solution. Rather, it was the opposite, so to speak.

Burning the entire planet with the death of a star is not the right answer.

‘… The transcendental person I saw at that time was also like that.’

A blow struck with the death of a star in the blade. A special move that can take the opponent’s life in one hit, even if he or she is a god.

Killing a star.

Although it exploded, the Transcendant did not consider it a threat. Rather, to say…

Although it is an extremely human expression, I was ‘angry.’

He got irritated and seriously tried to crush Llewelyn to death.

What would have happened if Netel had not prevented the crack in time?

Llewellyn couldn’t even imagine. The transcendent is basically a being who denies imagination.

‘… Netel.’

She felt like she couldn’t help Llewelyn now. She’s probably busy preparing to close the world and she doesn’t have the energy.

That she was unaffected by time and space did not help Llewelyn now, that much was certain. The only ones left are Llewelyn and the Pantheon.

She must win on her own. But how?

It was a time when Llewelyn was in conflict.

“Sejin!”

The shouting voice gets closer. When Llewell Lin turned her head, she saw people getting closer.

“Sister?”

“Sejin! Are you okay? What the hell is that… ?!”

“Why did you come?! There’s still a fight…”

The front line isn’t just here. The entire forest surrounding the pantheon is a battlefield.

The dead literally flocked in from all directions, so even a slight power vacuum was fatal.

Unlike the enemy, if you can’t protect all of Llewelyn, it’s no different from defeat. Despite that declaration and speech, it was meaningless if she lost what she had to protect.

There is no longer any reason to fight or fight back. Llewelyn was so shocked.

“The offense has stopped. No… Saying “Stopped” Is a bit awkward. Everyone… I would say that I am throwing my body towards something.”

Lorian explained. Llewellyn was dumbfounded by Lorian’s words and turned her head to see a huge monster lurking in the forest.

I can definitely feel something faintly swelling. The sound of flesh being crushed was quietly resounding, as if it were being eaten non-stop.

Are you changing your strategy because you realize that military strength is meaningless? Llewelyn thought.

“Should my sister come forward?”

My sister’s voice cuts through the middle of those thoughts.

“I think with my sister’s unique skills, I could cut that whole thing out. If Sejin also uses it…”

“No, it would be meaningless.”

Death of a Star is definitely a powerful technique. The nuclear flame that spreads as if cutting out the entire space is especially effective against such a large object.

The power spreads over a wide space but does not decrease. It is an excellent annihilation technique in that it inflicts catastrophic damage evenly across a wide space.

Llewellyn knew intuitively. She said that nothing would change if she used it.

“The damage won’t be much, and after my sister and I use it, there will be no magic or divinity left. “If you get caught off guard, you won’t be able to respond.”

“But we can’t just leave that alone.”

It certainly was. Lew Wellin knew that she was right too.

You can’t bake it with fire power, but you don’t know what will happen if you leave it alone. I’m sure that won’t be a good thing for Llewelyn and the pantheon.

“Let’s do it this way. “I’ll only use it for my older sister, so I’ll save it for Sejin.”

Llewelyn saw her sister, Lucilla.

A great person also known as Jeokmyeok, a woman who lightly holds in her hands the unique energy that could destroy the world.

Aside from being her lover and sister, Lucilla was in a unique position solely from a strategic perspective.

Even the Three Powers of the Continent cannot match Lucilla’s annihilation ability. In fact, there was the only one being who could match her her annihilation ability her

The moment Llewelyn remembered him.

“Then can I do it?”

He was already approaching.

“… A scorching ball.”

Igniter Belialeus.

He is the bastard son of a family that has been blocking the Demon Lord for a long time, and he is the most powerful star contractor.

Llewelyn knew that there was no better choice.

“Originally, I wanted to save my strength. But seeing my old enemy made me feel boiled.”

At first glance, Llewelyn remembered that this was the cause of the demonic condition when he said it with a smile.

A being who is the cause of the Demon Lord and has been at odds with the Star Contractors for a long time.

And perhaps, the Transcendent who swallowed his father and became the origin of the mourner.

It was ironic. The ‘father’, who was the king of the gods, died in the Great Ascension and became a star, and his son, the steward, later ascended to heaven alone and became something like an evil spirit.

Even though the two were rich, they clashed harshly and pursued each other’s goals.

In the end, it seemed inevitable that it would land in the forest in such a twisted form, and that it would become the strongest enemy of a person and come into conflict.

It could also be seen that the father and son’s ill-fated relationship continued to this day.

There was little justification for Llewelyn to block the reunion of such a father and son.

So Llewelyn cooed for a moment and then nodded.

“Can I ask you a favor?”

“There is no need to use polite language. It would be better for you to have a stiff head.”

The star’s favorite step forward with a smile. He stepped forward and raised his hand.

“And even if you said no, it would have been like this.”

He said so and spread his hands. A faint starlight shone on his raised hand.

“Because the stars told me to do this.”

It was just as he said.

The sky opens. The sky was splitting into red with the sound of “Tsu, Tzu”.

Something lurking so intensely that the clouds clear and block the light of the rising sun.

Llewelyn lifted her head without realizing it, and she saw the universe floating through the gap in the sky.

Innumerable figures waiting to quench their appetite beyond that. A star clearly rose among those signs.

All stars contain fire. And, as the name suggests, it is not just a single star.

The sum of all stars. The will of all flames.

Llewelyn was astonished to learn that the king of the gods had influenced the ego of such a gigantic being.

Even if an ant cannot change the flow of water, a piece of stone pushed out can change the flow.

The stars shone brightly along the split sky.

Flames boil along the outstretched hands of the incarnation of the stars. From the end of the universe, where it takes eons for even light to reach, to the faint stars lurking just around the corner.

Flames swelled from countless, infinite stars. The swelling flames cohere with will.

The sky turns red. The air is boiling with so much heat, a storm is brewing.

What followed was beyond Llewellyn’s knowledge. She realized that even the stars that were so friendly to humans were part of the transcendent.

A powerful and infinite power that even Netel cannot block. Blood bursts from the corners of Jakyeolgong’s eyes, and bloody tears flow, and the blood spitting out from her her mouth heats up the ground.

He raised his arms high as if he were carrying something very heavy, and then dropped them with a roar.

The flames that gathered there took shape and fell.

This is why the burning ball is called the burning ball. An intense flame that burns a city and turns mountains and even huge lands into ashes.

Not Lucilla’s imitation flame, but the real ‘star flame’ blossomed on Netel.

――――!

A flame that consumed all darkness and pushed out light bloomed on the cocoon created by the transcendent.

In the flames, the cocoon splits.

Llewelyn’s transcendent sense saw something between them.

Something that spreads into flames and rises from the flames without even a shadow.

The status window flashed in the glow of flames.

[Mourner, Nerilmaeus]